This is a song about "Sent by god"

And by the grace of god you make the approach

Im not the player anymore im turning into the coach

Lost the plot, your honor rots cause god has sent me

Last time i check, that was the biggest racist party

Keep the bitches on my dick

Now i was god sent, handpicked

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block

Im done, hopefully you now know im the one son of the true rap god, sent in a heavenly pod,

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

I stuck flowers in the barrels sent sent them adrift from shore

How do you worship god when you're just controlled by the devil

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

I was raised by god so i gotta tell the truth